I' Rusve Ondo (The broken stone)
Disclaimer: I do not own Haldir or any other LotR characters; I do own everything of my own creation though. Thank you. (If anyone knows Haldir's age I would appreciate the info.!)
A/N: This is takes place before the Fellowship. I hope you all enjoy!
Rated: PG (for now) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Lummequenta Nelde (Chronicle Three)
Tampa Nalla (Stop crying)
~~~POV-LIRAWEN OF EARDOR~~~
I sobbed lightly as I fell to my knees and rested my head in my arms. I lay my arms on the stone bench near the bathing pool. I wept openly trying to be quiet enough to go undetected. I wiped my eyes as I heard soft footfalls behind me. I turned, "Hello?" It was the March Warden. I sighed. "What is it? Do you wish to revel in the pain you've caused me?"
His blue eyes tensed, "I have come to apologize to you."
My mouth dropped, "Dost my ears deceive me? You wish to seek forgiveness?"
He nodded somewhat guiltily, "I am sorry for treating you so rudely."
I smiled lightly, "Your apology is accepted March Warden, assuming you mean it."
His eyes returned to the cold stare I often received. He stood, "I am glad that is through with; I hate such unnecessary wastes of my time. We are going to train. Get your lazy body out to the archery field. Your archery today was horrible." I wasn't tired yet so this did not bother me. His rude comments earlier bothered me though; he was not a good people person.
I walked towards the field with him behind me. I picked up a bow and shot sixteen consecutive arrows into the bull's-eye. One mile away from the target, Haldir frowned. The last two were off. I sharpened my eyes, they were in the smallest circle but he was correct, they were off by two centimeters or so. I sidestepped to the next target and shot twenty arrows. I eyed each one keenly; each arrow was perfect. "There, I have completed the task at hand March Warden."
Haldir let out an angry sigh, "Good. Now we are going to fence."
I gulped; fencing had always been my strong point but this warden looked like a strong opponent. I held my blade out. A cocky grin came over my face. Now was the time to show him what the elves of Eardor can do, "You first."
He lunged at me and I parried it. Our swords clashed several times. After six or seven minutes I was still matching his every swing, proudly. I pressed hard against his blade as they contacted. I swung it around, and knocked the blade from his hand. He growled lightly as I pointed the tip of my sword against his throat. "Very well done. We will test your hand to hand combat next." I grew terribly nervous. I was rather petite at five foot eight inches and dreadfully thin. My weight was a mere one hundred and three pounds A/N: I just assumed elves are naturally lighter so think like 120 our weight. and I had little fat to protect me from bruising.
I grimaced, "I am afraid you have found my weak point."
He did not falter, "You have shown me a strong point already?" I hissed angrily and lunged at him. He evaded my attack and turned. I regained my balance in time to feel his knee slam me in the chest. The air left my lungs as I heaved for air. Perspiration slid down my forehead and I regained my senses. He attacked again, bringing his fist out to punch me. I grabbed his fist and twisted it around. He fell to his knees and I flipped him down to the ground. As he lay on his back I straddled him.
"Strong enough for you March Warden?"
He stared into my eyes. I could feel his piercing blue eyes penetrate my thoughts. I shivered. A smirk crossed his face, "Cold?"
I nodded, "Yes, you are."
He grabbed my arm and rolled me over. "The battle isn't over until I say it is." His massive weight was flung onto my waist. I was pinned down and could do nothing to stop me. Haldir shook his head in disappointment; "If I were an Uruk-hai I would have torn your clothes off and raped you by now."
I flushed, "Yes, but if you were an Uruk-hai I would have slit your throat earlier." He raised an eyebrow and a slight smirk crossed his face.
I returned his raised eyebrow with my own and smiled in triumph. He stood and helped me up. "Soon you will have to learn Westron. I will teach you, you will also need to learn how to get the troops' attention. These are both equally difficult things to master."
The breath, which I did not know I had been holding, loudly released itself. "We will see in the morning."
A slight shake of his head made me realize how tired I was. I didn't show it. "Next we will run. I want us to run until I grow tired. I have been having trouble sleeping recently so maybe this will help me."
I sighed, "Yes March Warden." He and I started to jog swiftly. I matched his pace for the first three miles. After that I noticed how little he had exerted himself. Only small drops of perspiration had formed on his forehead. My hair was dampened with sweat and my pulse racing. I matched his feet forcedly. Another three miles went by. He began to breath loudly and I was now two or three paces behind him.
He laughed, "Tired yet? If you want to give up one of my brothers will gladly take the position. Rumil is already learning Westron."
I gave him a glare of malice in return. Silence followed us another two miles. My feet began to drag and I fell ten or so paces behind Haldir. Haldir began to sweat and breath harder. I was struggling to remain upright. "I won't ever give this up! Lady Galadriel has faith in me! She has asked me to protect the lovely land of Lothlorien." Haldir turned with a surprised look on his face. I gained a renewed sense of energy. Another mile went by before that energy was spent. As we passed the north gate one last time Haldir stopped.
He leaned over for a moment and caught his breath. "We are through, I am well exerted."
I laughed as I gasped for breath, "About time!" Another humored smirk crossed his lips. 'Am I making the stone cold March Warden of Lothlorien laugh?' I shook my head and walked back to my flet. I tore off my armor and ran down to the pool. I saw Haldir running at my side.
An intrigued grin crossed his face, "First one there gets to bathe first!" We both took off, the muted pitter-patter of our feet speeding along the path.
~~~END~~~
Is Haldir warming up? Never! R&R if you want to find out!
Disclaimer: I do not own Haldir or any other LotR characters; I do own everything of my own creation though. Thank you. (If anyone knows Haldir's age I would appreciate the info.!)
A/N: This is takes place before the Fellowship. I hope you all enjoy!
Rated: PG (for now) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Lummequenta Nelde (Chronicle Three)
Tampa Nalla (Stop crying)
~~~POV-LIRAWEN OF EARDOR~~~
I sobbed lightly as I fell to my knees and rested my head in my arms. I lay my arms on the stone bench near the bathing pool. I wept openly trying to be quiet enough to go undetected. I wiped my eyes as I heard soft footfalls behind me. I turned, "Hello?" It was the March Warden. I sighed. "What is it? Do you wish to revel in the pain you've caused me?"
His blue eyes tensed, "I have come to apologize to you."
My mouth dropped, "Dost my ears deceive me? You wish to seek forgiveness?"
He nodded somewhat guiltily, "I am sorry for treating you so rudely."
I smiled lightly, "Your apology is accepted March Warden, assuming you mean it."
His eyes returned to the cold stare I often received. He stood, "I am glad that is through with; I hate such unnecessary wastes of my time. We are going to train. Get your lazy body out to the archery field. Your archery today was horrible." I wasn't tired yet so this did not bother me. His rude comments earlier bothered me though; he was not a good people person.
I walked towards the field with him behind me. I picked up a bow and shot sixteen consecutive arrows into the bull's-eye. One mile away from the target, Haldir frowned. The last two were off. I sharpened my eyes, they were in the smallest circle but he was correct, they were off by two centimeters or so. I sidestepped to the next target and shot twenty arrows. I eyed each one keenly; each arrow was perfect. "There, I have completed the task at hand March Warden."
Haldir let out an angry sigh, "Good. Now we are going to fence."
I gulped; fencing had always been my strong point but this warden looked like a strong opponent. I held my blade out. A cocky grin came over my face. Now was the time to show him what the elves of Eardor can do, "You first."
He lunged at me and I parried it. Our swords clashed several times. After six or seven minutes I was still matching his every swing, proudly. I pressed hard against his blade as they contacted. I swung it around, and knocked the blade from his hand. He growled lightly as I pointed the tip of my sword against his throat. "Very well done. We will test your hand to hand combat next." I grew terribly nervous. I was rather petite at five foot eight inches and dreadfully thin. My weight was a mere one hundred and three pounds A/N: I just assumed elves are naturally lighter so think like 120 our weight. and I had little fat to protect me from bruising.
I grimaced, "I am afraid you have found my weak point."
He did not falter, "You have shown me a strong point already?" I hissed angrily and lunged at him. He evaded my attack and turned. I regained my balance in time to feel his knee slam me in the chest. The air left my lungs as I heaved for air. Perspiration slid down my forehead and I regained my senses. He attacked again, bringing his fist out to punch me. I grabbed his fist and twisted it around. He fell to his knees and I flipped him down to the ground. As he lay on his back I straddled him.
"Strong enough for you March Warden?"
He stared into my eyes. I could feel his piercing blue eyes penetrate my thoughts. I shivered. A smirk crossed his face, "Cold?"
I nodded, "Yes, you are."
He grabbed my arm and rolled me over. "The battle isn't over until I say it is." His massive weight was flung onto my waist. I was pinned down and could do nothing to stop me. Haldir shook his head in disappointment; "If I were an Uruk-hai I would have torn your clothes off and raped you by now."
I flushed, "Yes, but if you were an Uruk-hai I would have slit your throat earlier." He raised an eyebrow and a slight smirk crossed his face.
I returned his raised eyebrow with my own and smiled in triumph. He stood and helped me up. "Soon you will have to learn Westron. I will teach you, you will also need to learn how to get the troops' attention. These are both equally difficult things to master."
The breath, which I did not know I had been holding, loudly released itself. "We will see in the morning."
A slight shake of his head made me realize how tired I was. I didn't show it. "Next we will run. I want us to run until I grow tired. I have been having trouble sleeping recently so maybe this will help me."
I sighed, "Yes March Warden." He and I started to jog swiftly. I matched his pace for the first three miles. After that I noticed how little he had exerted himself. Only small drops of perspiration had formed on his forehead. My hair was dampened with sweat and my pulse racing. I matched his feet forcedly. Another three miles went by. He began to breath loudly and I was now two or three paces behind him.
He laughed, "Tired yet? If you want to give up one of my brothers will gladly take the position. Rumil is already learning Westron."
I gave him a glare of malice in return. Silence followed us another two miles. My feet began to drag and I fell ten or so paces behind Haldir. Haldir began to sweat and breath harder. I was struggling to remain upright. "I won't ever give this up! Lady Galadriel has faith in me! She has asked me to protect the lovely land of Lothlorien." Haldir turned with a surprised look on his face. I gained a renewed sense of energy. Another mile went by before that energy was spent. As we passed the north gate one last time Haldir stopped.
He leaned over for a moment and caught his breath. "We are through, I am well exerted."
I laughed as I gasped for breath, "About time!" Another humored smirk crossed his lips. 'Am I making the stone cold March Warden of Lothlorien laugh?' I shook my head and walked back to my flet. I tore off my armor and ran down to the pool. I saw Haldir running at my side.
An intrigued grin crossed his face, "First one there gets to bathe first!" We both took off, the muted pitter-patter of our feet speeding along the path.
~~~END~~~
Is Haldir warming up? Never! R&R if you want to find out!